Screeching
Banging
All within the corners of my mind
Silent voices
Not even a whisper
Just the noises from beyond
Something new
More torment
The dark shadows want to play
Realizing words rarely work
Whispers no longer heard
Banging of pipes
Scratching surfaces
Making me feel insane
That is what they are best at
Craving iron
They can not get
At least not yet
Finding a new way for me to break
Seeing how long this takes
The moment I close my eyes
Loud noises start
Insanity creeps in
My dark shadows and the insanities are becoming friends
Teaming up
Finding a new way to destroy
Finding a new way to find iron
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